Hope is the thing that comes in the night
And clutches your chest, sets your heart alight
It positions you neatly between heaven and hell
And imprisons your mind in a torturous cell
Hope is a triumph and tragedy in one
It dares you to dream before coming undone
It pushes you close to that edge called desire
Do you take the risk and jump off the wire?
We calculate, evaluate and look at past sins
Does everything count from when life begins?
Are we being punished for some wrongdoing?
Or are we just unlucky, the short straw pursuing
Hope is the beast that awakens your senses
The hands almost touching, breaking down your defences
The ever-near scent of your greatest want
To never succeed will forever haunt.